A genius to say the least.
(Source: Spotify)
Heroes. Music. Television. Film. Literature.
I like to write. I'm studying English at UC Santa Barbara. Click on one of the five links above to see the people, bands, shows, movies, and novels that have changed me significantly or that have, at the very least, stirred my soul. Ask me something.
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"In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable."
—John Steinbeck
"You have to be all too basely in love with yourself to write about yourself without shame. My only excuse is that I'm not writing for the same reason everyone else writes, that is, for the sake of the reader's praises."
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Adolescent
"A writer needs three things: experience, observation, and imagination. Any two of which—at times any one of which—can supply the lack of the others."
—William Faulkner
"One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot."
—James Joyce
A genius to say the least.
(Source: Spotify)
Here is a quick round-up of what my 23 heroes are currently hard at work on. You may be interested in some of them. I’m excited, of course, for their projects to come to light. It’s what I live for, people!
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Coolest song this side of the Mississippi.
(Source: Spotify)
Bob Seger covers “Downtown Train,” by Tom Waits. Two of my favorite musicians, those two.
Tom Waits appeared on The Simpsons last night. No big deal or anything.
Source: TomWaits.com
Today is Tom Waits’ 63rd birthday. Yesterday his album Bad As Me was nominated for a Grammy, for Best Alternative Album of the Year. I hope he wins, cause god knows he more than deserves it.
The beautiful imagery from Tom Waits’ “Watch Her Disappear,” Alice (2002):
Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yardA wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tangoAnd you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
Here is a short clip of an interview with Tom Waits on his character in SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS, which also stars Christopher Walken, Woody Harrelson, Colin Farrell, and several others.
At last, at last! A trailer—and a great one—for Tom Waits’ latest endeavor in film, SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS. May I say this one looks like a classic. What do you get when you put five crazy, old men and two deranged gals together? You get SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS. I hope this movie will be as good as the trailer makes it out to be. I’ll have to see come October.
This is the great, big Tom Waits surprise, and it. is. awesome. It’s a music video for a song on his latest album Bad As Me. The song is called “Hell Broke Luce.”